Hello
Few weeks ago, I shared this photo, the “Sturmvogel”, on Flickr. I wanted to share it first of all as a gift to my island, and more particularly, if not more significantly, as a gift to a few special people, regardless if they will ever be able to see it.
I felt like I should share my Sturmvogel to show my gratitude.
My gratitude for all the moments, the actions, the initiatives, the performances, the interventions; for the dancing, the hiking, the photo-shooting, the exploring, the discovering; for the awkward moments, the embarrassments, the failures, the betrayals; for the endless debating, the jokes, the partying and the dancing; for the fight to make this small rock in the sea a better place to live.
Certainly, it’s not much. Certainly, most of it is erratic. But for me, just to know that these things happen, these people exist, makes my life on this island richer, happier and more liberating.
It makes the Sturmvogel put on her dream feathers and wings.
It makes the Sturmvogel run, take off and fly.
Making small changes, giving small examples, adding small touches of ingenuity, ephemeral flares of potential. Understanding the environment, communicating with the landscape. Studying history, culture and local lore. Being creative, sophisti-cated but un-technocratic. Enjoying the views, swimming naked, getting dehydrated, blazing lost trails across nowhere lands. Being small and big. Most of all, being un-materialistic, not funded, not subsided, not sponsored, non-profit.
Powered not by the odious “love for one’s home country” but by that primitive, shapeless yet powerful spirit, hidden in forests and rocks, known by poets and artists as genius loci.
Powered by soul power

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The Sturmvogel is grateful
For the first time in her life she feels she belongs somewhere.
Even harder than that, for the first time in her life she feels attached and committed.